"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaohua, you shouldn’t talk while eating, it’s easy to choke." Zhao Ting quickly said, "Your mother is doing it for your own good." Zhao Xiaohua glanced at her mother, who had no expression. Then she looked at her father, whose face clearly showed he was trying to curry favor. Well, for whose sake is this? Will it not do if she stops talking? Quietly, Zhao Xiaohua swallowed the last bite of her meal, "Mom, I’m done eating, can I talk now? There are more people in the house, how do we arrange the dishwashing chores?" "Wen Nuan and I cooked the meal, as for you three, you make the arrangements." Meng Yao said. "Tomorrow I’ll bring someone from the estate..." Zhao Ting instinctively began. "I’ve got it. Let’s arrange by age. Dad is the oldest, so he’ll do it today, tomorrow it’s Second Brother’s turn, the day after that it’s Qin Zheng’s turn, and then it’s mine." Zhao Xiaohua interrupted Zhao Ting. "What were you going to say?" Meng Yao glanced at Zhao Ting. "Nothing, nothing." Zhao Ting wasn’t stupid; Xiaohua deliberately cut him off, she definitely guessed what he was going to say, and what he wanted to say, Ah Yao might not like to hear it. "If everyone agrees, let’s follow Xiaohua’s plan." Meng Yao stood up and went back to her room. Zhao Dahe, Zhao Xiaohua, and the others also left separately. Zhao Ting looked at the mess on the table, dishes and utensils piled up; he had never done this kind of thing before. (Even when Zhao Ting lost his memory and married the original host those years, he didn’t do these tasks.) For a moment, he didn’t know where to start. "Get a wooden basin first." Zhao Dahe instructed Zhao Ting. There were several wooden basins in the kitchen, which one should he take? Zhao Ting looked left and right. "That one is for washing vegetables, that one is specifically for washing dishes." Zhao Dahe explained to Zhao Ting one by one. Zhao Ting picked the largest wooden basin. "Put the dishes and utensils in gently, don’t chip them." Zhao Dahe continued. Seeing his father’s clumsy way, it looked like it was going to be a long journey to win mother back. "There’s oil on the dishes and utensils, so you can’t use cold water." Seeing Zhao Ting going to scoop cold water, Zhao Dahe quickly reminded him, "There’s hot water in the water urn on the stove, mix it with hot water to wash." At this time, Huang Ying also finished eating and brought her dishes to the kitchen, seeing her master clumsily washing dishes, she was shocked and her eyeballs nearly fell out. She hurried forward, "Master, let me do it, I can handle it." "Sister Huang Ying, in our house, tasks have always been clearly divided." Zhao Dahe said, "My mother said, the house belongs to all of us, so household chores should be shared." This theory, Huang Ying found very hard to understand. But there was one thing she understood. That is, the dishwashing was arranged by the lady of the house. Since it was arranged by the lady, then it must be reasonable. Besides, even if it wasn’t, it wasn’t her place as a maid to interfere. Most importantly, although the master was clumsy, his face showed no impatience. However, Huang Ying still insisted on washing her own dishes. She knew her identity and dared not overstep. Under Zhao Dahe’s guidance, although Zhao Ting was slow and his movements were stiff, he nonetheless washed all the dishes cleanly. "There’s clean cloth there, you need to wipe off all the water stains." Zhao Dahe continued, "Otherwise, when the water dries, it’ll leave marks." Zhao Ting did as told. After drying them, he placed them one by one into the cupboard. "The first time doing it, your hands are clumsy, but after you’ve done it a few times, you’ll be skilled." Zhao Dahe consoled Zhao Ting. Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 "Are you very skilled at doing this every day? Was your first time doing it too?" Zhao Ting asked Zhao Dahe. "Not as slow as you." Zhao Dahe replied, "If you haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you even seen a pig run?" After saying this, he felt it was inappropriate, "I don’t mean to disparage you. I remember before, these were all done by mom, you never did them." Zhao Ting laughed twice, about Zhao Ting’s past, he’s not saying it should be abandoned, but he doesn’t want to live strictly by those memories. Previously, he was alone and thinking of methodically living as Zhao Ting. Now, he has a goal, he wants to live sincerely by his own intentions. As Prince, his glamorous life was still full of schemes, living for the sake of others. "You watch, next time, I’ll definitely be very skilled." Zhao Ting assured confidently. Although Zhao Dahe didn’t understand where this sudden motivation came from, he still nodded to show he believed in his father’s words. "What’s your plan for the future?" Zhao Ting asked Zhao Dahe. Zhao Dahe simply shared his plans, although Zhao Ting originally wanted to give some advice, he realized that his second son had very clear future plans, each step had been thought out thoroughly. Thinking about himself at that age, Zhao Ting felt somewhat ashamed. "If there’s anything you can’t handle, tell me." Zhao Ting patted Zhao Dahe on the shoulder. "Okay." Zhao Dahe nodded, although still a bit unfamiliar, but that’s his father, when needed, he shouldn’t be idle. "Where will I stay?" Zhao Ting asked. He certainly didn’t have the confidence to stay in Ah Yao’s room now. "Mom hasn’t arranged, so why don’t you spend the night with me?" Zhao Dahe thought and suggested. Don’t be fooled by the modest size of the courtyard, there’s plenty of room. Meng Yao has a room, Xiaohua has a room, Wen Nuan and Qin Zheng each have their own rooms. Even Sister Huang Ying by grandma’s side has her own room. Zhao Dahe let Zhao Ting share his room purely because there was no extra bedding available in the house. As for how the final arrangement will be, it’ll definitely follow mom’s decision. Zhao Ting agreed, just as well, he wanted to ask Zhao Dahe more about Meng Yao, when he was unconscious, he learned some key information from Meng Yao’s random musings, knowing when she came. So Zhao Ting planned to start asking from that point. Zhao Dahe held the same thoughts as Zhao Xiaohua, although mom was very cold now, he still wanted to give dad an opportunity, right? So he answered whatever was asked. Eventually, he simply started telling his own story. The two continued chatting late into the night. Finally, they barely finished talking. "Dad, was it really you who taught mom everything she knows?" Zhao Dahe asked the question he most wanted to ask. Ah Yao kept it secret from the children, so naturally, Zhao Ting couldn’t expose it. Fortunately, he knew enough of what she knew. "When teaching her, your mom wasn’t fond of learning at all, I thought she wouldn’t remember, but didn’t expect her to remember so clearly." Zhao Ting said in a longing tone. "My mom’s mood was very down at that time, she kept thinking about you, so everything you taught, she must have gone over it again and again in her mind." Zhao Dahe said, feeling very emotional, these were his mother’s words, she tried hard to remember because of dad, and later intentionally buried them in her heart also for dad. Only when it was necessary did she use them, it was for us. "My mom undoubtedly had a tough few years, though you weren’t intentional, you still need to make it up to her, it’s the right thing to do." Zhao Dahe said word by word.